West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1887-03-03
OUT OF THE COMMON"

And the sunlight danced in at the
window and turned her ha;r to shining
go.di touched the crisp gray locks OF
John Roge :, and made friendly circle
OF light and warmth about the pair
II could not 20 against mamma
wishes You know, - the young lady SAID
gently, playing wit ihe ring on her left
hand. ''She has had long talk with
me this morning, and, though l knew
she disapprovsi Of our engagement, !
never realized before how her heart was
set against it.
"And you do not think by pat;ent
waitinG--by proving how earnest we
"No, John. Mother cannot look on
II as we do she realizes all the disad
vantages and none of the kopes that we
have bull on; and then the Young
lady glanced down once at her delicate
hands before she contiuucd-"would il
be quite fair, John, for me to wait, and
and let all other opportunities glide by,
aod grow old and sad while | waited"
John started There was so much eau
tion suggested in the words. No doubt
she was but repeating them after her
mother, but they fell chillingly on his
ears from those young lips
ut is true, Maud, - ho answered.
while a look Of pain fingered on his face.
You shall not let other chances Of han.
plness Zip by because YOU are bound 10
me. IL Is not the love ] thought von
gave mc-a love which trusts and hopes
in patient faithfulnc.S am no longer
young, dear, but have ri ked much ON
this dreim Of love. coming late in life.
but coming for tn, first time. Maud.
and his voice brOkC-"s STAYING with
me-always
lie ros and turned partly away from
her, quito still, leaning his arms on the
mantel-pieCc. aud Branson rose too.
and came toward him, her delicate.
beautiful face full Of concern There
was nothing lbout John Rogers TO at
tract notice. lie was a very p ain man.
no longer young; bat he had at least
some charm Of mind or soul which had
won the love Of very beautiful woman.
Her dress chung in gra cfu folds 10 her
slender figure, fillct of blue bound the
golden hair. which was coilcd IN classic
simplicity about her head. lie turned
and looked at her, taking in all tho de
tails OF the picture; then he put his head
down dc cctedly on his crossed arms
Maud extended one hand appealingly.
John, YOU will take itl"
ayes, Maud" n answered, drawing
hrs breath harl u take it-and re
nounce it. ' He pattcd the soft surfa {
once or twice, thoughtfuEy. "All thai
came With it, and all that goes with it,
Maud, good by. -
There was such noble sadness In hi,
face that it touched her. The PROUD
head bent lower, until it rested on Johr
Rogers's shoulder She raised herself
with eyes still wet
"Good-by. John The world can
give Just what we want"
"No, dear. What is itf"
Your ring"
he took The pretty sapphire ring hr
had placed on her hand one day viii
only half-realiled rapture and slipped Il
In his vest pocket. 1t was worthless
now
And so John Rogers left the house and
threaded his way down the busy treets
The sunlight still danced over him warm
and BEAUTIFUL. kissing his grave face hi,
hair, his hand,
And let all other opportunities Gid,
by; he repeated the word to himself.
ruefully. "It's not the old fashione,
love; not the love / used 20 dream o.
when | was boy. Perhaps there ism
any nowadavs
lie looked very tired as he ran up TN,
steps and rang at the door of ms board
m ,-housc. lnIiCc noticed it, his land
lady's daughter
"You look tired, Mr. Roger. look
ing up from her work and speaking
through the open door
lie smiled. YEARLY.
'Io u And wh Q are YOU doing
Ciaricct Still sewing fIr the G hardcnc,
little wrctchcs"
Yes isn't this big hole / am darn
ingt Boy DO wear out their othee s..
fast You arc homo carly from th
Office
eyes. ] had an engagement 80 tbre
o'clock and did not care 20 go back
May come in and have clint witt
yOul"
con yes. II you care ta." with hc
quick smile, % smile which her eyes be
lied, and which alnay, seemed to Johl
made 90 order. Sine pulled forwar,
chair without rising, ald went ON with
her darniug again II sit iu here be
cause its cool, and aN1ps do my sew
ing afternoons; ia the mornings there r
hOuscwOrk '
1T WIS NhiDDN IItIIe UHfIut seldom
n.ed by the b0arde.s. who we're priuri
paily gentlemen aul spent their even
ings ont if not iu their own rooms 4
few tawdry decorations only enhance,
tho shabbino,s ri the tIucodbarc clrpct
dirty wall and ancient lace curtains
900 you never have any amusomcnfs
ClaucCt asked John trying Co foru.'
his own wr tchcIue hy interesting
himself in some one else.
''Amuscmcutst' She repeated pushing
the curls on her forehead in puzzle,
way. 600 yes tlsr. is q Nlr Jones. h,
plays the piano and Oacc Mr Aiken.
the clocutior teaohr. read q p cce. and
aIl the Doardcrs cameiu
John smiled, cycling The l'tIe maiden
pityingiy os She stitched away ~h.
looked up suddenly and caught DIS
eye.
we did n0, always keep toarJor,.
She aid, proudly reading somethin,
there shc did not ike tWhcn ] was "a.
g hool we woro well of and had "a nice
house but mamma is widow will
eight children, you know. and have @,
help her about tho work.